Remembering.
Dioriel lay sleeping on his bed. The heatwave had lasted days...weeks, even. A ray of light shining through a break in the blinds lit up his naked body, the white sheets pushed back. The fan oscillating, blowing the warm air over him. His skin glistening with beads of sweat in the moonlight. His bronzed skin, toned abs and the lightly hairy chest damp with the sweat of the night. One arm was raised, with his head resting on it, revealing the hair of his arm pit. His right leg bent to the side, with his flaccid cock resting upon his muscular thigh.
As he slept, Dioriel dreamed of his earlier life. Fleeting glimpses of memories from home. Home wasn't just a place, but a time. A culture far removed from this one. He dreamed of running to the stream in his childhood village, while his mother called him to come and eat. He dreamed of Zeus, arriving at their rural home to see him, sitting on his shoulders as they ran through the fields. Memories of seeing Zeus in the streets but being unable to approach, knowing he's the secret child that nobody must ever know about. Feelings arose in Dioriel as he slept.
A fondness for the past.
A longing for ancient Greece.
A pain for his inner child who couldn't see his father whenever he wanted.
From deep in his mind Dioriel saw flashes of nights with the gods. Weather bending with Papa Zeus.
Another memory arose. A memory of early adulthood just a few years ago. Dioriel walked along the banks of the river, clouds gathered overhead. In the distance he saw Nikos, his long time friend and recent lover. Nikos was working in the fields, wearing white robes muddied by the work of the land. Dioriel sat on a rock and watched, feeling himself aroused physically, and emotionally, as he watched Nikos work, his muscles tensing and straining in the heat of the day. Dioriel looked to the sky and with a simple look he cleared the clouds with the power of his father Zeus. As the clouds cleared, the harsh daytime sun burst through, shining down on Nikos in the distance. Dioriel smiled to himself as he saw Nikos remove his upper robes, his now sweating bronzer skin, muddied and dirty.. oozing with masculinity.. on show for Dioriel to enjoy. Memories of this moment often crept into Dioriel's mind. A special memory of a special friend and lover. Nikos looked up across the field and saw Dioriel sitting on the rock. Laughing to himself, Nikos placed down his tools and started to walk across the field towards Dioriel.. each step that he took bringing Dioriel a burst of excitement inside as Nikos approached. Nikos shouted across the field: "is this you?", pointing to the sky as he spoke.
Dioriel laughed. "MAYBE!!" he shouted back.
With that, he motioned to the skies once more. Nikos looked up and quickened his pace as he saw black clouds gathering above. Light rain began to fall, quickly followed by heavy downpours sweeping across the fields, but missing where Dioriel sat. Nikos began to run forward towards the dry ground. By the time he arrived at the place where Dioriel sat, he was wearing just his lower robes, drenched with rain and filthy from the fields. He laughed as he arrived and Dioriel laughed with him.
"So, old friend" Nikos smiled, leaning on the rock where Dioriel sat, invading his personal space. "I take it you did that to satisfy your deeper urges?"
Dioriel laughed. "Well it worked didn't it?"
The two young men paused and looked at each other directly in the eyes. Dioriel took Nikos' head in one hand and drew him towards himself, kissing him with a romantic and passionate kiss. Nikos placed his arm right around Dioriel and the two embraced as they kissed more deeply, more intently, their flesh pressed up against one another. Feeling the grime of each other's bodies from the work of the ancient world. Tasting each other as they kissed. Breathing deeply as they embraced.
Ancient Greece wasn't a place where these things mattered. Male love was celebrated. Old friends like Dioriel and Nikos could easily advance their connection into a deeper physical and emotional realm. Nikos and Dioriel continued to kiss. To pull up close to one another, gently sliding each others robes back as they once more sought to explore each other's bodies with lust and intrigue.
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As Dioriel lay in his bed, he awoken with a startle. He looked up and Bastion was standing above him.
Bastion smiled. "Nice view", he said, as he eyed Dioriel's handsome face, toned body and his exposed manhood.
"You woke me at the worst possible moment man" said Dioriel. "I was having that dream again."
"You and Nikos?" Bastion enquired, sitting on the bed next to Dioriel, who lay there naked and unashamed, pulling himself up to lay in his side and leaning his face on his hand.
"Yeh man. I miss him." Dioriel sighed.
"I know how it is man. I feel it too." Bastion smiled sympathetically. "You'll see Nikos again. And I'll see Zyren too. One day I'll find him."
Dioriel leaned over to touch Bastion's hand. "Have you still not heard anything from Zyren?"
"No." Bastion said reflectively. Speeding up the pace of his speech he continued, "He was the one that told me to find you. Somehow he knew you were a key part of the puzzle. A key player in rescuing the future world. I just don't understand where he went. He was supposed to come to this time, to this place.. but when I got here, he never came. I'm worried he ended up somewhere he shouldn't. Or that the Time Force got hold of him. I want to go back and find him. We can't save New Rome without him."
Dioriel empathised, "I feel it too. It's hard being away from friends. Hard being away from home too. But it's not safe to go back. If you cross 2100, there's too much risk they might track you down."
Bastion agreed. Although he didn't want it to be the case. He desperately wanted to know his friend was safe and well. Bastion began to talk about his time with Zyren in 2250. He recalled happy times.. exploring new realities together with a shared Mind Chip system. Visiting the Alternate Realm (AR) together, always drinking in the same bars, playing the same sports, flying and morphing the world around them as one could in the AR.
Bastion recalled the first time he and Zyren had travelled time together. Time travel was restricted to 2100 and after, with penalties ranging from life imprisonment to mental reconditioning to the death penalty for travelling before that time. 2100 had been the pivotal year when time travel was invented and it was considered extremely dangerous to travel before that point and taking time travel abilities with you. It was feared that this could lead to the total destruction of the time-space continuum. Bastion and Zyren had acquired their travel licenses at aged 18 and they wasted no time in using them. They both knew where they wanted to travel to first, both in agreement that they would travel back to the first Festival of New Rome a huge rock concert of 2200, from a time before they were born. Everyone in the 2240s knew that this was the gig to end all gigs and it had been Bastion and Zyren's childhood dream to get their travel licenses and return there to experience the concert live. This is exactly what they did. It was an incredible experience and well worth the wait. Bastion remembered opening his eyes to this earlier era - the cars were different, the air travel was different, there was just a different feel in the air. An excitement about life. As they walked through the concert gates, something inside changed. Their excitement turned to sheer joy as they heard the music, felt the atmosphere and saw the people of the time all around them. It was weird to think that at 18, every other 18 year old around them was actually decades older than them. Beautiful women and handsome men everywhere.. both this time and their own was enlightened. There were no sexuality labels. Just people who like other people. So here was a chance to explore with a whole different generation. It wasn't that sexual exploration was their only reason for being there, but it was one of the perks. The music and the bands were the centre, but it didn't hurt to be about to grab anyone they could get their hands on for a kiss or maybe even more. 2200 was a free time.. one with few boundaries and lots of enjoyment. Bastion and Zyren weren't disappointed.
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Dioriel and Bastion continued to talk as they now sat side by side on the bed, Bastion clothed and Dioriel still naked.
They shared a special bond as two men far removed from their own time and space. Two men missing family, friends and loved ones as they made their way in the early 20th Century.
By now it was coming light outside and Bastion and Dioriel knew it was time soon to head out for work on the farm. Benjamin would be expecting them and they knew that there was a lot of work to do this week.
Dioriel stood up from the bed, still totally naked, and grabbed a towel. "I'm going in the shower", he said, "why don't you go and make me some breakfast?" He smiled, kissing the top of Bastion's head and patting him on the back. Dioriel swaggered off into the bathroom with the towel in his hand. Bastion couldn't help but admire Dioriel's perfect tanned ass as he walked away from him.. smooth, but with dark hair in the crack, Bastion would never deny that he enjoyed that view. One good thing in their friendship was that they were both from times where sexuality wasn't an issue - they were both used to very different ways than the early 21st Century.
Bastion left the room to go and get some breakfast on the go. Dioriel stepped into the shower, his bronzed Greek body washed of the sweat of the night. He rubbed the soap across his body as he cleansed himself. Bastion was in the kitchen making breakfast for the pair of them - sausage baps and milkshake. 21st century eating was something they both appreciated and found strange in equal measure, but they made the best of it that they could.
When both had eaten and dressed, they headed out to the farmhouse to meet Benjamin. Benjamin looked coy when he saw Dioriel approaching. Dioriel gave Benjamin a confident wink, remembering their brief encounter of a few days before. Benjamin felt confused about the impact Dioriel had on him.. it was like a magic spell that enchanted him whenever they were together. He couldn't take his eyes off Dioriel's beautiful dark eyes, his handsome smile or his masculine frame. Benjamin composed himself and tried to remember to get down to business, but the glint in Dioriel's eyes told him that even Dioriel knew the power he had over him. After their almost-encounter just a few days ago, Dioriel was enjoying making Benjamin squirm, both of them knowing how much Benjamin wanted him, even if it has remained unspoken since their moment together. When Bastion was in the barn ready to drive the tractor out, Dioriel moved closer to Benjamin. "We should hang out again soon sometimes" he smiled.
Benjamin laughed nervously. "Yes, erm, maybe we could get a pint or something."
"Something...? Something sounds good." Dioriel laughed.
At that moment, Bastion drove the tractor round the corner and Dioriel and Benjamin got in, as the three of them headed down the field.
Several hours later, Benjamin headed back in the tractor and Dioriel and Bastion took a short break from their work.
"I meant to ask, do you still have my Mind Chip?" Bastion asked.
Dioriel reached into his back pocket. "Yes! I do actually. Here it is".
Dioriel took the Mind Chip from his trousers pocket and handed it to Bastion. He held it longer than intended as Bastion tried to take it. "Wait!!" said Dioriel. "I've had an idea."
"What is it?" Asked Bastion.
"Well.. Zyren. You said you used to hang out with him in the AR? Right?"
"Yes", replied Bastion. "All the time."
"Well what if the answer to where he is is there?" Pushed Dioriel. "What if you went there to find him?"
Bastion's face lit up. He had been avoiding the Alternate Realm for years as it felt a sad place since "the event" - since so much had been lost from the life he had known in New Rome.
"You might be into something" said Bastion, inquisitively. "He could be there. Or some clue there might be able to help us find him."
"Could you try it?" Asked Dioriel?
"Yes. YES!! We could. We can." enthused Bastion.
"Are you sure you can bring yourself to go there?" Dioriel pushed. "Would it be ok for you to do so?"
Bastion's demeanour shifted.. from elated to thoughtful. "I can do this. I need to .. for Zyren. I won't settle until I know what happened to him.
The two young men conversed about how this might work, where they might begin to look in the AR if they decided to go there. It's was a high risk strategy but it felt right for the two of them.. to go .. to search for Bastion's best friend. For Zyren's sake, yes... But also for New Rome. For the salvation of the future. Zyren had been the one to send Bastion back tor ancient Greece to find Dioriel, but it was never clear what Zyren had in mind.. to find out what he believed was the right plan, he first needed to be found.
"Will you cover for me with Benjamin if I go back now and head to the AR?" Bastion asked.
"Do you think you're okay to go alone?" Asked Dioriel.
"I can do it. I know the places we used to go. I know what he would be doing if he's there," Bastion stressed with a sense of urgency and importance. "Please.. if you can cover for me, I can go now."
Dioriel agreed. He knew exactly how to keep Benjamin occupied while Bastion headed to the house to get comfortable and to use the Mind Chip to access the AR.
Dioriel closed his eyes, thought of the barn in the nearby field, and in an instant he appeared there.
"You okay Benjamin?" He asked as he saw Benjamin standing there with his back to him.
Benjamin jumped and turned around in a flash. "Oh my god, you terrified me Dioriel. Where did you come from?"
"I was just coming to see if you needed any help" Dioriel said seductively, standing in Benjamin's intimate space once more and adjusting Benjamin's collar as he spoke to him, faces close together, leaving a few seconds for a response. "Well?"
Benjamin could feel the sexual tension between them. He was 38. He couldn't imagine for the life of him what this 24 year old adonis wanted to give him attention for, but it gave him an electric feeling inside that he had never experienced with a woman. It was truly mesmerising and like a spell had been weaver over him.
Dioriel took the spade from Benjamin's hand and placed it down onto the floor. He slipped his shirt off over his head so he was standing shirtless in front of Benjamin. Benjamin froze. He gulped. He didn't want to give in. He wanted to fight these urges, but something about Dioriel drove him wild. It turned him from landed gentry, from rough and ready farmer, to a feeling of submission and obedience to Dioriel. All he wanted to do was please him.
Dioriel took his hand and placed it on his bronzed, Greek abs. "You want this. You know it. I know it."
Benjamin pulled Dioriel a little closer and smelled his neck. He kissed his neck too, moving each kiss lower and around the front until he was kissing his chest. As the kisses moved down Dioriel's torso, Benjamin found himself kneeling again, just like the other day. Dioriel stroked the back of his head and he could feel Benjamin quivering, with shallow breaths as his wildest fantasies about Dioriel were unfolding before his very eyes."
"Nobody is making you do this Benj." Dioriel whispered. "This is what you want."
"It's not, it honestly isn't." Benjamin spluttered.
"Well get up then" Dioriel said. "Walk away!" Dioriel's hard cock was now bulging against his trackers. Benjamin could see it. Hell, he could even smell it. A manly musk emanating from Dioriel's crotch.. the product of hours and hours of heavy farm work. Benjamin felt intoxicated, and all the more when Dioriel followed up what he had said with: "Or if you want it, stay. Take it out. Give yourself what you need. Submit."
Benjamin gulped once more. Every word of his mind said to get up, to walk away, that he shouldn't be doing this. But then he looked up at Dioriel and saw his masculine frame, his handsome Greek smile looking down at him. The smell from his balls and the feeling of kneeling for him.. it overwhelmed Benjamin's senses. He was powerless to walk away. Benjamin didn't say a word in response.. he reached up his hands and began to pull at the elastic of Dioriel's trackies. Dioriel smiled.. knowing the choice Benjamin was making.
"Good boy" Dioriel said with a cheeky grin.
Benjamin felt a little humiliated at that. In fact, the whole inability to walk away and stop felt degrading and painful, and yet a strange rush was flooding through his veins. The rush of pleasing the greek god. Not that he knew the god bit.. but Benjamin was resigned to his fate. He slid Dioriel's trackies down and pulled his boxers with them. As Dioriel stroked the back of Benjamin's head, the trackies came down and Dioriel's throbbing hard meat sprung out from under the elastic. The smell of his balls invaded Benjamin's senses and he waited for Dioriel to pull him closer.
"I know what you're waiting for" Dioriel laughed. "But this is all you. Nobody is forcing you. It's more fun this way isn't it.. this is the moment you admit to yourself what you really want. If you want to suck it.. you'll suck it."
Benjamin was filled with a mixture of pure terror and excitement. He had never felt this way before. As the scent from Dioriel's crotch flooded his senses, Benjamin took his throbbing cock in his hand and leaned forward to kiss the head. Dioriel smiled down as Benjamin opened his lips and began to suck the tip. Dioriel let out a gentle moan of delight which only encouraged Benjamin to pleasure him more. This was the first time he had ever given in to these urges he had long felt for men. He had buried them. Denied them. Suppressed them. Ignored them. But now here he was, with dick between his lips, on his knees, servicing Dioriel.
Benjamin began to suck a little more confidently now, kneeling on the floor of the barn, sliding his head up and down Dioriel's impressive shaft with increasing depth and speed. Almost by instinct, he swirled his tongue around over the bell end as he sucked and as Dioriel's hand began to gently guide his head. Benjamin felt a huge rush in doing what Dioriel wanted, even though he knew this was truly what he wanted too. Benjamin reached down and started playing with his cock.. Dioriel leaned down and pulled his hand away.
"Only one cock matters right now Benji. Focus on mine." Dioriel said, quite sternly.
Benjamin simply complied and focused all his energy on pleasuring Dioriel.
Up and down his head went, the thick shaft pushing past Benjamin's lips over and over again. Dioriel held the back of Benjamin's head firmly and pulled it up and down his hard meat. The scent and taste were a drug to Benjamin, who couldn't stop now he had started. Finally having given in to these urges, and with such an incredible specimen as Dioriel. This was his nightmare and fantasy coming together all at once. Dioriel wanted to force his cock down Benjamin's throat but he didn't want to scare him away, so he resisted the urge.... this time. After several minutes had passed, Dioriel began to quicken the speed at which he used Benjamin's head like a fleshlight. Benjamin knew what was coming.. or cumming, rather.
And he wanted it.
He wanted it bad.
Dioriel began to grunt and moan loudly. He grabbed Benjamin's head with two hands and slid his big length back and forward, back and forward past Benjamin's lips, until the glorious moment came. Dioriel slowed his pace and then paused as his throbbing cock pulsated and his balls tightened and streams of spunk jetted out down Benjamin's throat. Benjamin swallowed and then Dioriel pulled out as the second spurt was ready to fire. He held his cock firmly over Benjamin's face and blew a load, then another, then another.
Dioriel looked down at Benjamin, kneeling there, face exhausted and sweaty.. and soaked with cum. There was something kind of beautiful about the boss, the landlord.. this farmer.. kneeling and soaked in Dioriel's cum. It gave Dioriel a rush of power and dominance that he hasn't felt for some time. Benjamin looked down, feeling a little embarrassed but still horny.
Dioriel looked down at him again and held his face so Benjamin had to look up at him once more. "Well done." He smiled. At that Dioriel pulled up his trackies and held out his hand to help Benjamin up. He threw him a towel that was sitting over the side railing.
"Better get that cleaned off, we've got work to do." Dioriel grinned, as though nothing has just happened. Benjamin felt a little confused but was too embarrassed to argue. It felt like a momentary role reversal, but even slipping back into work mode, for a moment it felt like Dioriel was the boss, not himself. Within minutes the two were working away as before, no mention of the events of a short while earlier.
While Dioriel was keeping Benjamin busy, Bastion had returned to the cottage and was hooking himself up to the Mind Chip, ready to head into the Alternate Realm to try and find out where Zyren might be. He placed the chip on the side of his head, blinked, and instantly he entered at the West Gate of the AR. The old familiar street was just as he remembered. It felt sad to be there but he didn't have time for nostalgia or sentimentality. Finding Zyren was essential to the future of the world and for the salvation of New Rome.
There was a future to be rescued and Bastion knew he had to take his place up in this quest. Nothing was going to stop him from achieving his goals. He was determined.
